Home Alone - A Accolade and Homage To My Pretty Lotus by Dr Ram Lakhan Prasad - HTML preview

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WHERE CAN I FIND YOU

 

The morn was bright the day you left us for

good,

You took to the sky with your usual happy

mood.

The wind and cloud whistled through your

hair,

When your precious soul began dancing in the

air.

I heard you say your goodbye to all those you

love,

Your departed soul ran through the clouds up

above.

That day ended my life but you seem to be

content,

You may have felt that is where all good ones

went.

All the loved ones you left behind to mourn

and cry,

You know none were ready to say the last

goodbye.

Your presence always filled my life with

unique flare,

This poor soul has a life that is now all cold

and bare.

We laid you to rest in peace you looked so

pleasant,

It was a solemn scene the ones you loved were

present.

All those who spoke shared memories and

stories retold,

They talked about your life from younger days

to old.

I am not sure when all our hearts will start to

mend,

We know it is hard to lose a wife, a mother

and a friend.

Every day when the new day begins we look at

the sky,

We raise our heads but we only see some birds

that fly.

Our nights are darker and the moon does not

shine,

The clouds are grey and the fogs cover your

shrine.

The wet mist of my tears is all cold and

foreboding,

My future is unknown and I am surely

corroding.

The parrots and birds of our garden sing no

more now,

The dawn is dull and dark and the sunset is

all-dim now.

The deeper pain of my emotions know no end

at all,

My heart and soul continue to wail, groan and

fall.

The roses of my garden no longer give off that

scent,

The perfume of joy you gave me has all been

spent.

Where has that anticipation gone and where is

my life?

There is only stark despair when I do not have

my wife.

Unquenched longing and loneliness are all I

expect now,

Darkness, sorrows and fears are all my

emotions now.

Do you not see that my lonely soul is crying

out for you?

All is so desolate, all is so cold but where can I

find you?

 

 

WHAT WAS SHE?

 

In the rapids and bombshells of life she was

my raft and shield,

In the midst of my strife and hardships she

was my peaceful field.

In the stormy sea of my shipwrecked soul she was my sandy shore,

In the long game of life and flooded river she

was my bridge door.

When there was no sunshine and life looked

dark she was my light,

Whenever I was about to fall she gave me the

rope and put me right..